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Ajourneythroughverse
Ajourneythroughverse
28/F/London Crafting poetry and spinning short tales, / In a world where imagination never fails,
Never fully known never held in mind yet wholly lived in the space between time.
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
Beyond Knowing
Tell me where the world left its cracks in you where the light had to fight to stay Tell me about every silent battle you carried into another day Count the pieces if you must the ones the past has torn apart Because every broken fragment of you is another doorway to your heart And if love asks something of me let it be simple and true to learn piece by piece every version of you
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Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:59 PM UTC
Every version of you
I dont think you loved me, not in the way rivers love the sea not in the way fire cannot help but reach upward. I think you lingered the way autumn lingers in a field already harvested out of habit out of mild weather out of something softer than devotion and colder than departure. I remember how I asked you to stay not once, but with the quiet dignity of someone slowly folding their pride into smaller and smaller shapes And you stayed Oh you stayed But not like a man anchoring his ship in harbor more like a traveler waiting out a passing storm I mistook your patience for passion your tolerance for tenderness You learned the architecture of my wounds the way one studies a map not to cherish the landscape but to avoid getting lost in it. The stories you told were thin as winter light I held them up to the sun and called them warmth And when truth finally arrived it did not shout. It stood quietly between us like a door neither of us wanted to open. You had no reason to love me perhaps. Love is not born from pity nor built from the fragile timber of convenience You learned how to accept me to accommodate my presence the way one adjusts to a painting that does not quite match the room Acceptance is gentle but it is not devotion It does not burn. It does not choose. I think I loved you loudly in silence with a faith that mistook endurance for destiny And you loved me carefully with measured steps with guarded hands, with an exit always sketched in the margins So no I do not think you loved me You remained You endured You allowed And I foolishly brave called it love
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Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 5:22 PM UTC
Foolishly brave
I dont think you loved me, not in the way rivers love the sea not in the way fire cannot help but reach upward. I think you lingered the way autumn lingers in a field already harvested out of habit out of mild weather out of something softer than devotion and colder than departure. I remember how I asked you to stay not once, but with the quiet dignity of someone slowly folding their pride into smaller and smaller shapes And you stayed Oh you stayed But not like a man anchoring his ship in harbor more like a traveler waiting out a passing storm I mistook your patience for passion your tolerance for tenderness You learned the architecture of my wounds the way one studies a map not to cherish the landscape but to avoid getting lost in it. The stories you told were thin as winter light I held them up to the sun and called them warmth And when truth finally arrived it did not shout. It stood quietly between us like a door neither of us wanted to open. You had no reason to love me perhaps. Love is not born from pity nor built from the fragile timber of convenience You learned how to accept me to accommodate my presence the way one adjusts to a painting that does not quite match the room Acceptance is gentle but it is not devotion It does not burn. It does not choose. I think I loved you loudly in silence with a faith that mistook endurance for destiny And you loved me carefully with measured steps with guarded hands, with an exit always sketched in the margins So no I do not think you loved me You remained You endured You allowed And I foolishly brave called it love
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You held my heart like something borrowed Warm in your hands cold when you were done I opened every door inside me And you walked out of each one I learned your shadow better than your face Loved your silence more than your words But love that isnt returned Becomes a weight too heavy for one person to carry I begged for truth you offered distance I asked for honesty you gave escape I wasnt asking you to save me Only not to vanish without a trace So go if leaving feels like breathing Go if staying makes you ache I’ll gather the pieces you left behind And build a life you will never break again If I was just a moment for you Know you were a lifetime for me And thats the cruelest part Loving who only loved the idea of being loved So I release you like a ghost From a house that no longer wants haunting If theres grace in goodbye let this be it My final letting go
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Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
A lifetime for a moment
When we were younger, the night knew our names It leaned in close when we laughed at the flame Of moments that flickered but felt like forever, When hearts made their vows without asking for weather. Bare feet on the earth, no future in sight, Just stars holding still for the length of one night. Love came unguarded, no armor, no fear, We trusted the now because tomorrow wasnt here. Now time hums a different, more careful tune, Still sings of the sun, but remembers the moon. I carry those days like a hymn in my chest, Not to return, but to honor whats blessed. There’s a mercy in letting a memory breathe, In not bending the past to beg it to stay. Some loves are complete even left unclaimed, Some fires are sacred because they’re contained I love you the way seasons love the land By knowing when not to reach for your hand Grateful you were grateful you're gone Grateful we existed before right and wrong And when that old song finds its way through the air, I don’t ache I remember. I don’t wish I care. We were real. That’s the truth I defend. Some loves don’t need endings to still never end
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
When we were younger
A silver net was cast at night its threads concealed from mortal sight. With glances drifting soft and sly , like silent arrows through the sky The caster thought the waters blind, too still to read the secret mind. But depth remembers every mark, and whispers secrets in the dark No tender soul was waiting there but steel that grief had forged with care, a tempered edge , a steady flame, that turned the hunter into game The snare meant for another's heart snapped like a bowstring , torn apart. Its woven charm, once wound and spun, unraveled in the hands of one The music faltered ,died away, the painted smile could not stay. Its honeyed mask dissolved to dust betrayed by greed, exposed by lust. From ash and thorn, from wound and flame, arose a soul not quite the same a crown of scars, a tempered will, a quiet strength, unbroken still. The net was cast , yet none were caught save the hand that wove the plot. And pain, once seen as loss to mourn, became the blade that cut the thorn No more a fool, no more a pawn, the heart endured the breaking dawn. From shadow's depth, a soul took flight, its grief-forged wings now burned with light
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 2:58 PM UTC
the hunter into game
Moonlight draped over her skin , his shadow lingering where she could not reach Every heartbeat cried his name in silence The scent of him clung  her thoughts a temptation too fierce to resist pulling her into a fever she could not escape She waited in the hush of night each moment stretching like a breath held too long hungry for the spark that only he could give
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 10:49 AM UTC
Fevered night
Hot nights hum with whispered fire Lavender fingers brush desire... I swim through gold , lost in your gaze, Caught in the magic of your haze You are plush, I lay me bare , Vulnerability floats in the air Cold and warm , I fall, I spin Drawn into the night you lead me in Blush of secrets, soft and sweet, Moments hidden where shadows meet Under your spell, I howl, I burn, Every glance makes my heartbeat turn Come lay your weakness, raw, untamed, In this quiet chaos, love unnamed. A golden siren, calling,  near, I dive  I drown yet hold you dear.
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Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
Blush of secrets
You’re the bird on the mountain, chasing the wind, carrying no ties, looking for something you can’t name I’m on the ground watching you go breaking quietly, while wishing you’d ask me along The same wind that lifted you blew out what we had and I’m left in the smoke still looking your way.
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Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
Chasing the Wind
I won’t run Not when the weight crushes in not when your eyes become locked doors no one else dares to knock upon I’ll stay in the storm, let it split the sky above me, let rain carve its rivers through my skin if it means you can breathe without watching the clouds You’re the ocean and I am the shore I will meet you where you crash, or where you sigh, never pulling you closer than you choose to be I am here Not to fix you but to walk beside you until your shadows learn my name and stop trying to scare me away I will love you like wind through trees patient in stillness wild in the breeze. Enough to lift you, enough to release never to break you, only to bring peace
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 3:27 PM UTC
I am here